A nightingale
touches its nest
hoping to sing
as if its home
were an
endless river
of renewal
that knew
no vain.
Who will come
after him?
Who sings
the shadow
of his future?
Peeking are his
hidden passions
that sprout
with his song.
The nightingale
has forgotten
how to live
in freedom:
How can
one love?
The only answer
is silent; set
by example.
Profound knowledge
can be written in trees
but those can be set in fire;
so how can you speak
without imposing?
The children of love
know what the adult
has forgotten;
only those young
within their nest
can fly into their
inner most depth.
Fly…
Don't be shy;
you learned
by example.
You change
by setting a
new life
within,
aware,
fly.

Sometimes, we get so accustomed to the past ways that seem to work that we cannot accept the fact that those old ways are in fact creating more frustration than release of your inner self.

Being a child of love means to be willing to go back to those days when all that mattered was to feel alive, and not to have money on the bank. Fulfillment is something deeper, and only those who return to their inner hearts of innocence can feel the passion waiting to be relived.

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This poem was written the 12th of February, 2011. Last edited the 27th of January, 2016.

About The Author

I am an engineer, a multilanguage learner, a runner, and an MPhil in Humanities graduate specialized in the philosophy of poetry. For me, poetry is an unfolding creative process, a way to play endlessly, not a finished state. For that reason, I revise and re-edit my work publicly until a poetic form (other than an exploratory) comes to being. My poetry is a thoughtful play that explores acoustic and visual patterns as well as poetic forms. I attempt to blend science and philosophy with poetry. I publish new poems every other day, follow for updates!

The “adult” attitude is that which argues we should do what “they” say is right. However, who is “they”?

It is a collective association of people who have a common set of values. They might or even not follow those set of rules, but they argue we should follow them because they are an authority figure within a structure of social security. The problem is not the authority figure itself but that they have a double standard. They create rules, but those rules does not apply to them as they are “the ones who established them”. What is going on in our society that we ignore those double standards?

Perhaps we need to grow up means, and that means: To be responsible by ourselves of ourselves, but never losing that inner child that knows how to love and to manifest itself as purity and innocence.

Those who preach forget sometimes even what does being responsible of our actions means. What do you think being responsible means?

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